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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Index,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Interpol,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.