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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.