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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.