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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.