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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.