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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.