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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.