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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.