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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.