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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.