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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Slits 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
New Order,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.