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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.