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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.