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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.