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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.