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 Germany 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.