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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.