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 Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.