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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.