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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.