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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.