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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.