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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.