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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.