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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
DNA,
Smog,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.