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 India and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Index,
Scion,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.