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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.