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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.