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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.