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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.