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 San Marino and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.