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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.