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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.