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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.