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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.