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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.