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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
June Days,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.