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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.