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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
EPMD,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.