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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.