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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.