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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.