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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.