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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.