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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.