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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.