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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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 Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Can,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.