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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.