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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.