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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.