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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.