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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.