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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.