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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
cv313,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.