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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.