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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.