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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.