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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.