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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.