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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.