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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.