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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.