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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.