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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.