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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.