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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.