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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.