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 India and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.