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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.