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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 the Association to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.