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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.