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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Organ,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.