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 Burkina and from New York.
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 Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.