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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.