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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.