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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.