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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.