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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
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.