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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Saints,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.