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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Suicide,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.