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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Sound,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.