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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Visage,
Ludus,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.