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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.