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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.