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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.