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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.