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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Japan,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.