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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.