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 Finland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.