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 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.