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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.