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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.