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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.