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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Last Poets 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.