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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.