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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.