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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.