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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.