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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.