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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.