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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Index,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.