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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.