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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
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.