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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.