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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.