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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Mars,
Josef K,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.