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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Can,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.