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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.