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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.