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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.