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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.