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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Television,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.