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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.