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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Scion,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.