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 Comoros and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Scion,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.