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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.