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 Angola 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.