Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.