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 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Magma,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Hashim,
New Order,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.