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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.