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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
10cc,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.