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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
CMW,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.