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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Index,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.