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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.