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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.