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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.