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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.