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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Mojo Men to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.