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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.