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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.