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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.