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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Popol Vuh 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.