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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Monks,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.