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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.