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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.