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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.