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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.