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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.