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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.