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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Q65,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.