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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick May 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
EPMD,
Swans,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.