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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.