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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.