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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.