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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.