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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.