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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Television,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.