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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.