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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.