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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.