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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.