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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.