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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.