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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.