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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Television,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.