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 Thailand and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.