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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.