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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.