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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.