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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.