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 Costa Rica 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.