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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.