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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.