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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.