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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.