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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.