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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Index,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.