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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.