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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Make Up,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.