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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 KRS-One 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.