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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Visage,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.