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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.