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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.