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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.