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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.