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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Hashim,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.