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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.