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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.