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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.