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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.