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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.