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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Monks,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.