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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.