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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.