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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.