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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.