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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.