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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Wire,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.