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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.