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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
the Human League,
the Association,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.