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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.