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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.