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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.