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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.