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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Laurel Aitken 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.