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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.