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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.