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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.