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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.