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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
AZ,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.