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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
MC5,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.