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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.