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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.