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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Gong,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.