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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.