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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.