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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.