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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Searchers to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.