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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Nas,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.