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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.