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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.