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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.