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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.