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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.