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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Sound,
UT,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.