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 United States and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.