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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.