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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.