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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.