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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
ABBA,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.