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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.