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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.