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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.