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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
AZ,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.