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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Pole,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.