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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.