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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.