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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.