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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.