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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.