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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Scion,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.