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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.