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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.