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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.