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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Nico,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.