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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.