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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.