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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
The Standells,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Erasure,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.