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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.