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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
cv313,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.