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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Scientists,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.