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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Index,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.