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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.