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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.