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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.