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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.