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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.