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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.