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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.