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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.