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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.