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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.