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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.