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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.