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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.