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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.