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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.