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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.