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 Cameroon 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.