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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.