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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.