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 Honduras and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Slave,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.