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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.