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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.