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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.