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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.