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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.