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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.