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 Serbia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.