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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.