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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.