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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.