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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.