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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.