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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 marimba 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.