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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.