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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.