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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.