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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.