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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.