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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.