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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Moebius,
AZ,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.