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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.