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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.