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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.