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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.