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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.