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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.