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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.