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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.