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 Malta 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.