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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.