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 Panama 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.