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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.