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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.