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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.