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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.