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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Pagans,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.