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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.