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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Mars,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
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.