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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.