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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.