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 India and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.