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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.