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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.