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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.