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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.