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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.