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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.