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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.