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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.