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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.