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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.