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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.