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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.