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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.