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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.