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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Japan,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.