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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Hashim 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.