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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.