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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.