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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.