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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.