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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.