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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.