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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.