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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.