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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
DNA,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.