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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.