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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.