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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.