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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.