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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.