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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Crime,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.