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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.