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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Television,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.