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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.