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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.