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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.