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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
UT,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.