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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.