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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
ABC,
10cc,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.