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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.