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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.