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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.