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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.