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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.