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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.