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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.