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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.