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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.