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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Technova,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.