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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.