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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.