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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.