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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.