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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
DNA,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Television,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
The Martian,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.