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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.