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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.