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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
UT,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.