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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.