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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
CMW,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.