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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.