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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.