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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Television,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.