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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.