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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.