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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.