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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.