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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Nico,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.