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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.