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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.