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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.