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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.