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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.