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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.