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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.