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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.