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 France and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Jandek,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.