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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Remains,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.