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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.