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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.