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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.