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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.