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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.