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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.