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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.