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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.