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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.