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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.