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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.