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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.