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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.