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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
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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.