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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.