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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Brick,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.