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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.