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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.