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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.