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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.