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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
JFA,
Cameo,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.