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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.