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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Faust,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.