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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Mojo Men 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Can,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.