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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.