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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.