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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.