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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.