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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.