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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.