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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.