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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.