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 Niger and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
X-101,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.