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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.