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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.