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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.