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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.