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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.