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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.