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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.