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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.