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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.