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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.