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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.