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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.