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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.