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 Iceland and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.