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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.