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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.