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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.