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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.