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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.