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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.