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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Pole,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.