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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.