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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.