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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.