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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.