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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.