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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.