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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.