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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.