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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
The Index,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.