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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.