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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The Standells,
Organ,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.