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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.