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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.