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 Qatar and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.