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 Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.