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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Rotary Connection 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.