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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.