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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
10cc,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.