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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.