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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.