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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.