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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.