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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.