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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.