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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.