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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.