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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.