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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.