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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.