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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.