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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Television,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.