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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.