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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.