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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.