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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.