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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
10cc,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.