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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.