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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.