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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.