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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
X-102,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.