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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.