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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.