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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.