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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
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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.