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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.