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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.