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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.