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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.