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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.