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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.