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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
June Days,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.