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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.