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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.