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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.