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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.