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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
The Residents,
DNA,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.