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 Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.