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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.