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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
10cc,
UT,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
cv313,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.