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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Q65,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.