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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Slave,
Liliput,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.