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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Smog,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.