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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.