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 Fiji and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.