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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.