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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.