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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.