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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.