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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.