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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.