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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Pole,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.