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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.