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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.