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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.