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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.