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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.