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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.