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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.